We're Gonna Make It - Death

Standing in the motel room

Looking out at the neon lights

Your fingers traced my lips

As we drove through the Paris nights

Weeping at the pouring rain

With blue mascara running down my face

Dancing with my trousers off

In that disco in Berlin

All I can say is

Embrace me

Embrace me

Under the neon lights

Embrace me

Smearing my lipstick in the bedroom mirror

While I cry about you

Traipsing through the streets of Rome

With sparkles in my hair

All I can say is

Embrace me

Embrace me

Under the neon lights

Embrace me